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My Rich American Family

by reddit user aliceinvunderland

I am part of a rich American family, in a rich American suburb, full of rich American people.

Life is hell.

Every morning, me and the rest of the Wives get up at 5:00am sharp. Fifteen minutes of jogging around the neighborhood, five minutes in the shower (set to cold), twenty minutes for hair and makeup, and then five to get dressed. If we’ve managed that in time, meaning no later than 5:45am, we might be allowed solid food with our coffee.

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“Kissing Booth”

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (College AU)

Summary: After Nat volunteers your services at the kissing booth, you find yourself sitting across from you is none other than your best friend.

a/n: i swear this is my last unedited 7-minute one-shot. but today i was reminded of a personal experience and quickly jotted it down in story format. 

You feel sick to your stomach as you clutch your water bottle to chest. Alarms ring in your head as you take in the long line snaking around the booth. “I hate you.”

Natasha smirks and gently pats your shoulder. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. Just a few more minutes,” she coos, her tone so saccharine that it almost betrayed the sharp sarcasm underneath.

Grimacing at the redhead, you chug down the remaining contents of your water bottle. “Who’s brilliant idea was it to have a kissing booth? And I’m not even a part of this sorority! Why am I here?!”

“Because you owe me. I’m not a fan of the kissing booth, but we might as well commit since we’re here. And we’re bringing in some major cash for charity, so look pretty and keep going!”

You grumble under your breath and slump back onto your stool. If past-you hadn’t asked Natasha to look over and edit three major papers on Russian literature for you, you could be eating cotton candy or riding the ferris wheel. But no, here you are working off the last few minutes of your shift at the dreaded kissing booth.

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Simmer // Archie Andrews

Summary: Archie and you have a fight when Veronica can’t seem to understand that Archie isn’t single but that doesn’t stop her from kissing him. During ‘Secrets and Sins’ some things you didn’t know are revealed causing a rift but with the sex be enough to convince you how much Archie cares?

Characters: Reader x Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper x Jughead Jones, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Cheryl Blossom, Chuck Clayton, Dilton Doiley, FP Jones, Jason Blossom (mentioned) and Ms. Grundy (mentioned).

Words: 3126

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters involved. Some parts of the dialogue from the episode has been changed to fit the fic.

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, party, fighting, and smut.

Author: Caitsy

A/N: This was two requests I put into one!

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Originally posted by riverdalesource

The minute Archie told you about Betty throwing Jughead a birthday party you knew it would go bad. When you were young Mrs. Jones would babysit you for extra cash, your parents doubled the average pay to her. That meant you grew up close with Jughead as if you were siblings or really close cousins and you knew how much he hated his birthday.

You were shocked when Archie allowed the get together build into a fill fledged high school part with two kegs in attendance. Your boyfriend was acting odd but refused to tell you why and you didn’t appreciated Veronica making eyes at your oblivious boyfriend.

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First Impressions Gone Bad (Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader Request)

Request: ‘Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader. He’s still with Betty and he takes Y/N to Pop’s Diner to meet his friends and her Betty starts arguing and instead of fighting Y/N gets up to leave but Betty wants to get the last word in and says something terrible about the gang so both Y/N and Jughead leave and get together?’- @andywicked

Notes: This was great practice for my upcoming fiction The Serpent or Me so thank you for such a fab request! I had a lot of fun with it.

Characters/pairings: Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader, Betty x Jughead, Archie x Veronica

Warnings: Dark/Mean Betty (although I’m tempted to write what happens in Pop’s after they leave to show where she was coming from), kissing.

Word Count: 1883

Originally posted by kylogue

‘Do you really think this is a good idea Jug?’ I’d never felt so out of place. I peered into the window of Pop’s Diner, it was straight out of the 50s. Not a place I’d expect Jughead to frequent. My leather jacket stuck out like a sore thumb as Jughead practically dragged me in. An old man behind the counter, the famous Pop I presumed, greeted Jughead instantly.

‘Usual order Jughead?’

‘Make it for two tonight Pop.’ He nodded back to me, I gave a little wave. He didn’t seem phased by our Southside appearance unlike the rest of the diner. I could feel daggers on me from every angle as we walked over to a booth. Jughead acted coolly, barely taking in all the passing glances. I drummed on the table anxiously.

‘Y/n, you need to calm down.’ He said, grabbing my hands to set them still on the table.

‘Sorry but I can already hear everyone gossiping in here, who’s to say your friends aren’t gonna do the same?’ I had to be honest with Jug, he was a serpent now and there were no secrets between the serpents. Well maybe one.

‘They’re different, they know I’m a serpent now and they know why I chose this path. If they have a problem, they’ve definitely kept it to themselves. They know the serpents are the only family I’ve got now.’ I twitched at the word ‘family’. You weren’t meant to have romantic feelings for your ‘family’.

The bell of the door rang and in walked Jughead’s other gang. A broad shouldered redhead came first, he wore a blazing letterman jacket and had his arm around a black haired girl, her dress looked expensive and she was even wearing heels. That would be Archie and Veronica, Riverdale’s latest sweethearts, I remembered Jughead mention. Behind them, came the beautiful blonde. Her hair was in her signature high ponytail, her face beaming as she got closer to us. She wore a white summer dress and a pastel yellow cardigan on top. While that outfit would usually make me gag, she made it look flawless. If this is what I was up against, I was screwed.

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“Harley Quinn?” Jughead read aloud, raising a brow and turning to look at his gang.

“That’s not even the worse one, this ones named poison ivy.” Reggie laughed pointing to the name on the screen.

“Cat woman, no ones gonna mention cat woman?” The redheaded boy barked out, laughing. “So this is what we got? These three are the most dangerous villains in Riverdale City? They all sound like women?”

Jughead, Archie and Reggie were on the hunt, there was trouble in their city. A rival gang was taking territory that did not belong to them and it needed to be stopped, they couldn’t afford to lose key business spots and one of the territories they were losing was the main drug distribution center. That would just not do.

So that brought the three boys here, checking databases and searching for the most dangerous groups to team up with, they could use all the help they could get.
“Being in charge sucks.” Reggie grunted dropping onto the couch “I wish we could just send Chuck and moose or even Adam.”

Archie shook his head “no. This needs to be done right, so we’ll do it.” Jughead nodded in agreement, as Reggie hugged again “whatever, it’s a bunch of girls, how bad could it be.”

Archie entered something into the computer before reading it over, turning to the boys

“I don’t know, but I looked up Harley Quinn, they say she’s crazy, absolutely nuts. Did you know she was the jokers girl before he died?”

Jughead stiffened, he remembered the stories now. Harley Quinn, loyal to a fault, reckless, the definition of crazy, lost her mind when batman killed her boyfriend.

Reggie seemed to come to that realization too and hopped up “that’s right! Poison ivy recruited her right after joker hit the bucket, cat woman joined after. How did we forget about that?”
Archie shook his head “more important things on our mind” he slammed his laptop shut, “well what are we waiting for? Let’s go talk to these girls.”
Jughead had an odd feeling in his stomach, choosing to keep it to himself, he followed after their fearless leader.
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It was an odd place, dark and wet, hidden underneath the city, the doors were heavy metal and they were locked.

“Dude, what are you waiting for? Knock.” Reggie nudged him into the door. Rolling his eyes, he tapped the gun attached to his hip, just in case. He knocked.

Almost instantly the doors swung open, revealing an Asian women dressed in a mask covering her face.
“What’s your business here?” She was sharp, almost painful to hear

“We need to speak to poison ivy.” Jughead said, keeping his back straight.

“No.” just as the woman was about to close the door another voice was heard

“Oh, katana is that anyway to talk to our guests?” A woman dressed in what appeared to be vines and sporting the brightest red hair he had ever seen, appeared in the door way. He heard Reggie practically gulp from his side.

“How can I help you boys today?”

Archie stepped forward now,
“We need to speak to your gang, we would like to ask for your assistance.” He was determined and unphased by her sexy demeanor and intense green eyes. Jughead was uncomfortable, who the hell was this poison ivy?

“ hmm a proposition I suppose? Why don’t you come inside? I’ll grab the girls.” She turned and they followed.

It wasn’t nearly as scary on the inside, there were pinks and purples covering the walls, next to pictures of flowers were machetes and saws, hung in the wall next to cages and guns. Okay maybe it was a little scary.

“Harley! Kitty! Get on out here, we have company. Why don’t you sit?” Ivy motioned to the couch beside them. As soon as they sat, they heard the familiar tick of high heels and a wicked giggle. They all turned their heads and Archie’s jaw dropped while Jughead felt his eyes go wide.

While Archie stared at the raven haired beauty in the skin tight cat suit, Jughead couldn’t keep his eyes off of the blonde with the red and blue tips. She was beautiful in the scariest way possible , her pale skin marred with scars and tattoos, hearts and words, her hauntingly light blue eyes were covered in red and blue eyeshadow and her lipstick was smudged nearly down her chin. Her body was perfect, squeezed Tight into a tiny little tshirt and shorts, her long legs were covered in fishnets and accentuated by the heeled boots she had on. She was dirty, in a positively sinful way, smudges of black and brown covering her exposed skin. He watched as she smiled and her pigtails swung.

She had a bat in her hands, and was swinging it in time to her hair, “well hey there sugar, it’s nice to meet you!” It took him a second before he realized she was standing in front of him, looking him in the eyes.
He quickly looked up “nice to meet you too.” He mumbled out, she just giggled, and hopped over the couch to sit beside poison ivy.

The dark haired girl that had Archie drooling, was much more graceful, she sat delicately on the couch and crossed her legs while Harley sat criss crossed on the couch, leaning her head against the baseball bat and smiling. “What’s up?” She giggled, poison ivy patted her gently on the knee and smiled

“It seems these fine gentlemen have a question for us? You have the floor.” She nudged her head.

Archie finally tore his eyes away from the cat and sat up straight “we need help. There is a gang coming from over in pembrooke city, they’re big and they’re monopolizing all of our ports, we can take on most of them, but we need the extra help, we know how… dangerous you ladies are and we would like to ask for your assistance.”

Cat woman laughed “you want us to risk put lives for you? What would we get out of it?” She practically purred. Reggie answered now “we’ll pay you, good money. It’ll be worth your while.”

Harley was giggling now her eyes still on Jughead “we don’t need money silly, we’re bad guys, what do we need with money?” She was still smiling when poison ivy nodded

“I agree, we need something with more incentive, perhaps you’d be willing to give up one of your hide outs? We’ve been thinking of opening another lair, as soon as the pussycats break out of jail, they’ll need something inconspicuous”

Jughead stared at Archie, they did have the spare hide out in central, looking at him he nodded

“Deal. We have to warn you, this is not a typical gang they’re dangerous and they won’t hesitate because you’re females.” Archie added

Suddenly Harley was sitting next to Jughead, clutching his arm “ you don’t have to worry about us, we’re crazy! that’s what everyone says ya know?” She smiled and as he stared into her eyes, he couldn’t help but see the sadness seeping through. He placed a hand over her tiny bruised one, and smiled gently.

Veronica nodded “you have a deal, do we get to know your names atleast?” She was eyeing the redhead and he wiggled a little under her stare.

“Of course, I’m Archie and this is Reggie.” He pointed to the cocky boy who took Ivy’s hand in his own, “the pleasure is mine.” The redhead actually giggled. “And that there is jughead”
He motioned to him.

Veronica snorted, “what a group of names you all have.”

Archie smiled as they walked to the door
“Please like cat woman, poison ivy and Harley Quinn are any better?”

Harley who was clutching onto Jugheads arm, she giggled wildly. “Those aren’t our real names silly, there are nicknames.”

The three boys stopped and turned to the girls

Poison ivy smiled “Cheryl. Cheryl blossom.”

Cat woman rolled her eyes “Veronica lodge.”

And the infamous Harley Quinn just beamed
“I’m Betty. Betty Cooper!”

Capone

Request: You had a similar situation to buckys torture and are rescued by shield. He’s determined to break through your emotionless, sassy shell and to help you in recovery. After a couple failed attempts He finds out you have a soft spot for puppy’s and surprises you with a rescue dog. Which in turn has her confronting him on what this is all about and feelings spill out like a brand new water park. -Anon

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 2237 (ha! Whoops..)

Warnings: Mentions of torture..

A/N: I hope this is alright! It feels kind of like a hot mess, but I didn’t want it to run on too long! Also the dog mentioned is from the hbspca, so if you’re in southern ontario and need a friend :) And yeah, one little part was inspired by Love, Actually. Feedback would be lovely xo

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Children of The Gods Ch.1 - Demigod AU [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: Here it is! The first chapter to my new series! I really am looking forward to what his series has to offer because I love Greek Mythology! I really hope you all like this and I appreciate any feedback you guys have! Love you all! Enjoy <33

Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4

Tagging: @memento-scribet @cherryignacio @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @annoyed-kitten11 @4evahevah @crazyfangirl1810 @aworldwideapart @shortycraft13

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Greek Gods. Stories of myth and legend. Almighty, immortal beings that serve as judges to the world as we know it. Could begin and start a life at the snap of a finger. Because of their immense power they try and keep from interactions with mortal humans. Yes they try, but what happens when they do not succeed? What happens if one grows affectionate with a human? What happens if they have children?

Questions all too known to humans who believe in these Gods and Goddesses. But questions all too answered for their offspring. Demigods inhabit this Earth, part God part human, half bloods. Relics to some and freaks to others.

Wandering prey if they’re unaware of their heritage, prey to those who despise the Gods and the reign they have had for eons. Unable to get to the Gods themselves, these villains target the offspring. The mortal offspring.

That is why the creation of the ‘Camp of the Gods’ was created. A safe place for demigods and goddesses. A place for them to grow, to accept their abilities and heritage.

The camp is hidden, tucked away in a forest away from civilization. The only people who know about it are the League and demigods and goddesses who have trained there. The League is a group of trained demigods and goddesses who save endangered half bloods. They bring them to the camp before villains can harm them. This is where demigods learn to harness and control their abilities.

It’s where you live. You’ve been at the camp since you were 12. Having lost her to one of those monsters, you were left on your own. In your mother’s final moments she told you who you are. Who your father is. Saying you must find a case hidden within your home and run away. That’s when the hunting began. However the League came to your rescue.

When they saved you, you were brought back to the camp. Where your father claimed you during the claiming ceremony. A claim that stunned every member of the league and every demigod in the camp.

You are the Princess to the Gods, the Daughter of Zeus.

As of today, you have become one of the strongest demigods, strong enough to become a part of the league. However, you had different intentions. The camp had become your home, the only home you’ve known for 7 years. Leading to your decision to stay and protect it in case any harm were to come to its defenses. Having both training from being on your own and training from the camp, there was no one better suited.

The camp is safe. It’s where untrained demigods and goddesses belong.

…However. Not everyone believes that.

Jason was not entirely fond of Bruce making him move to this camp. Him and the Outlaws could handle themselves, the last advice he took from Bruce led to proving Jason’s mortality. It was through the power of his mother, Athena, that brought him back. After that he vowed to take care of himself from then on.

Though, on their last mission to take down a villain target, there was a mishap that almost led to them and the half blood they were saving losing their lives, putting a target on their backs in the process. After that close call, the League demanded they all move to the camp. Where they would be safe and things could calm down. Villains often would draw targets but forget about them within a good few months. Finding new prey to stalk.

Kori and Roy were rather excited to be coming to the camp. They always wanted to know more about their immortal parents and even form some sort of relationship with them.

They eagerly stood outside the magic barrier that camouflages the camp. Jason standing there annoyed with his arms crossed. Bruce came up next to the three, “Are you ready?” Kori and Roy grinned while Jason simply huffed before Bruce led the way. They were in awe as the camp revealed itself once passing the barrier.

They approached the gate, being greeted by the sound of metal clanging and bows strings stretching, the yelling and talking of half bloods. Jason winced at the sight, this is NOT what he wanted. “Welcome to the Camp of the Gods” Bruce observed the three.

He watched as their eyes scanned over the place. His falling on three members coming their way. Noticing Dick, the first demigod he saved. “New Recruits, and Bruce what a surprise.” Dick greeted cheerily. Jason’s scowl only grew, great now he has to deal with the golden boy too? Dick’s eyes fell on Jason, “Jason, I see you’re finally joining the camp.”

“Yeah, well, not of my own volition” he bit back. However, Dick is used to Jason’s short temper, he knows Jason’s reluctance will pass with time.

“Anyway, who have you brought with you?” His attention turned to the two others. “I’m Roy and this is Kori.” Roy introduced the both of them. “A pleasure to meet you both. I’m Richard, or Dick as I prefer. Son of Apollo.”

Next the redhead beside him spoke up, “I’m Wally, Son of Hermes” pointing to himself.

The last one to speak was the girl on the other side of them both, “I’m M’gann, Daughter of Persephone. We’re kind of your welcoming committee. We will be showing you the camp and answering any questions you might have.” She smiled kindly at the three.

“I will leave you three in their hands. I have to get back to work.” Bruce said before turning and exiting the camp.

“If you three will follow us we can start the tour of the camp” M’gann smiled while gesturing for them to follow. Roy, Kori, and Jason did so, listening to the information they were being given. Being shown the dining hall, cabins, stables, camp borders, armory, and finally the training grounds.

When approaching the training grounds they noticed a group formed and the sound of swords clashing. Coming upon the scene they saw two people sparring. Continuously lunging and blocking the other’s attacks. It was graceful, like a sort of forbidden dance. Both swordsmen, or swordsman and swords-woman, were highly skilled. Proving how fighting is an art form, not brute strength.

Jason especially noticed the abilities and gracefulness of the demigoddess. He was infatuated by the way you moved; tactically yet instinctively. Noticing how you could see three moves ahead of your opponent. [H/c] hair tied back as your [e/c] stayed locked on your opponent, gaze never faltering for a second. The opponent a taller, tan, male with blonde hair and green eyes. He looked strong and moved just as tactically but it didn’t look as though it came as naturally for him.

“Who is that?” Jason asked looking over at Dick, catching the attention of the others. “The man is Kaldur’ahm, Son of Poseidon. Prince of the Sea some have come to call him. He’s one of the strongest warriors in this camp. The woman, [F/n] [L/n], Daughter of Zeus. Princess of the Gods. The strongest demigoddess and warrior in the camp. Both highly skilled and highly fatal.” Dick explained, eyes not leaving the match. Jason nodded before directing his attention back to the fight.

Before Jason could analyze their movements any further, it all came to an abrupt halt. You had a boot on Kaldur’ahm’s chest, sword pulled up over your shoulder in a striking position. Both panting before a grin broke out on your lips. “I win” you muttered before pulling back offering a hand to him. “Still the most skilled warrior in the camp.” He stated calmly.

“That was amazing!” one of the younger demigods smiled, who stood just in front of the newcomers. Your eyes fell on them all. “So you’re the new recruits” calling to them. Waving them over, “Front and center” tapping the ground with your sword. The three came and stood where you tapped. Swinging the sword to rest it on your shoulder while turning to look at them. Standing there you looked them over, getting a feel for their physical type.

“Well as the formal protector of this camp, Welcome. As I’m sure M’gann, Dick, and Wally told you I’m [F/n] [L/n] and this is Kaldur’ahm. We both are here if you have any questions on your abilities or the camp itself. However from what Bruce and the rest of the League told me, you all have quite a handle on your abilities, and outside experience. So I ask you to behave yourselves and act as role models for the younger demigods and goddesses here because they WILL look up to you. As long as you all follow the rules and keep that in mind, we’re more than happy to have you here. And one last thing, this is a home. We are all family here, please, treat it as such.” Looking over the three, you saw the eagerness in two but the third was wearing an aura of skepticism.

You walked over to Jason, “Trust me this place isn’t as you feel it is. Give it a chance, give us a chance before you cast your verdict. What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.” laughing while placing the sword hilt in his hands. Backing away you looked at them all, “As much as I’d like to stay, I have other things to attend to. I will see you all at the claiming ceremony.” Announcing before smiling at them all and nodding before making your leave.

“Claiming ceremony?” Kori asked looking at their three tour guides. Wally was the first to speak up. “It’s where your parent will claim you as their child, proving your heritage as a demigod and who your parent is. Then the camp will act and train you accordingly.” he explained. Them all nodding in understanding.

“Anyway there is a lot more camp to show you and people for you to meet before the ceremony. Let’s continue” Dick smiled before M’gann nodded and began to lead the way once more.

Though Jason was distracted by the words you spoke to him while analyzing the sword in his hands. The words ringing in his head ‘What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.’ How could he relax? Half of him kept reminding how he’s in a strange, unknown place, surrounded by other demigods. Though the other side of him wanted to train and take the chance to do as told. To trust.

But He’s Bully - Reggie Mantle

Anonymous said:

I was wondering if you could do one where Reggie is dating the reader and people keep like pestering her about it and asking why they’re dating and she keeps getting super annoyed because Reggie is super sweet to her.

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“I still,” Jughead shook his head, “I just don’t get it.” You let out a groan as your friends continued to stare at you. You glanced over at Kevin who busied himself with his apple juice to ignore your gaze. He was the one that started all of this. You turned back to Jughead.

“There’s nothing get,” you said, picking at the food on your tray. Jughead let out a forced laugh and shook his head once more. You glanced up at him, trying to convey your annoyance.

“But he’s a bully, Y/N,” Jughead said, his voice a little louder than before. You saw Archie, the only one who had remained silent since the reveal, flinch at Jughead’s words.

    “He’s not that bad Jughead. He’s slowly turning around.” Archie said, trying his best to defuse the situation. Jughead was as stubborn as ever. He was about to snap that the redhead when Betty rested a soft hand on his shoulder.

    “There’s bad blood between you and Reggie but that doesn’t mean she can’t see good in him.” Jughead gave Betty a dramatic look.

   “I’m not defending him Juggie,” Betty added, “he is horrible to you. I’m defending Y/N’s love life.” The blonde girl’s words seemed to relax Jughead a little. His gaze lifted from her face to yours once more, giving you an unreadable look.

   “But what do you see in him?” Everyone head’s turned the direction of Kevin’s voice. You glared at him as Veronica made her way towards the lunch table.

   “Why is everyone looking at Kevin like he kicked a puppy?” Veronica sat down next to you as she asked.

“Y/N is dating Reggie Mantle, Kevin was the weary messenger,” Jughead said grimly. Veronica’s hand rested against her chest as she turned to look at you. Shock rested on her features, with a hint of disappointment.

“The football player? He seemed sketchy to me,” Veronica said after calming down a bit; but now it was your turn to get mad. You let out a loud groan and sat up from the table. You grabbed the food tray and walked to drop it off. You pulled your phone out, clicking on the conversation you had with Reggie the night before.

you : Meet up?

Reggie :) : sure babe. lounge?

you : Sounds good. See you in a few.

You smiled down at your phone and walked in the direction of the lounge. The hallways are empty, it being lunch period. You sped over to the lounge door, gently pushing it open. The lights were off inside, but when you walked inside they turned on.

You smiled when you saw Reggie walk through the other entrance, across the room. You let out a giggle at the cliche scene as you both started to walk towards each other. You met in the middle of the room and you rested your head against his chest when he was close enough. His arms wrapped around you securely, holding you to his warmth.

“What’s up,” he asked after a moment. You just buried your face deeper into his chest, trying to block out the words of your friends. His arms tightened around you and he pressed his lips to the top of your head gently.

“My friends found out about us.” You felt Reggie’s shoulders sag a little. You pulled back, just enough to look into his soft brown eyes. “They didn’t react very well.”

“It doesn’t matter what they think,” Reggie said softly, “we are the only ones involved in this relationship. Our feelings are the only ones that matter.” His hand went to your cheek and caressed it softly. You leaned into his touch, smiling gently.

“That was very wise,” you teased and Reggie grinned.

“But it is odd,” you raised an eyebrow at his words, “someone like you, an amazing person, with someone like me. I’m very unworthy.” You laughed and shook your head.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself Mantle,” he smiled at your words.

You held his gaze for a silent moment. You had started not too long ago, so only kisses on the cheek had been exchanged thus far. With this closeness, you didn’t know how long you could last without knowing how his lips tasted. It seemed Reggie couldn’t wait too long either as his gaze shifted down to your lips and back to your eyes, his gaze conveying a question. You nodded and leaned up on your tippy toes, softly brushing your lips to his. Reggie pressed tentatively, but then kissed you sweetly. His finger tips went to your jaw line, slightly under your chin to draw you closer. His lips parted against yours to speak.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, “your friends can-” You cut off his sentence with another kiss. As soon as your pressed your lips to his again, he started to laugh. You giggled, pulling away smiling.

“You’re cute,” he said, smiling widely as you laughed. His hand, which still lingered on your face, caressed your cheek. You felt a hot blush rise to your face and your smile grew a little more. You opened your mouth to speak but the bell cut you off. You let out a groan and Reggie smiled gently.

“Until next time baby,” he said with a grin. Reggie leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. He walked off towards the way he came and you left the lounge to head off to your next class. As you walked through the crowded halls, you bit your bottom lip to suppress another smile.

“You look happy,” you turned and saw Betty fall into step beside you. “Happier than before. Sorry about Jughead by the way.” You shook your head and let your smile show through.

“It’s fine,” you said, “I-uh, thought it over and I know that nothing will change the way I feel about Reggie. Not even your sleuth boyfriend.” Betty smiled and blushed at your words.

“I’m glad you’re happy Y/N.” You nodded and glanced around the hallway. Your eyes landed on Reggie, talking to Archie at his locker. He glanced up, holding your gaze with a smile. You smiled back at your boyfriend, replaying your shared moments in your head. Archie looked up, saw you and looked back at Reggie with a grin. So what if some of your friends were against you and Reggie? Like Betty said, you were happy and that’s all that mattered.

FTM!Karma (KarmaGisa AU)

FINALLY JESUS

Rating: K+/T

Nagisa Shiota thought it was an incredible stroke of luck that he ended up sitting next to Karma Akabane in first period, and even more so that they were in all the same classes but one.

The new student was nearly quaking as he sat down next to the larger boy in his Science class, at his teacher’s request. The redhead had an intimidating aura to him, but he greeted his classmate with a sincere smile and asked if he was new.

“You’re not from here, are you? I think I’d remember someone who looked like you.” He had said. Before the bluenette had time to blush at the obvious nod to his hairstyle, Karma added, “Blue hair, that’s so wild. It’s bright without being obnoxious. I’m jealous, I look like a used tampon come alive.” Nagisa covered his mouth to muffle a snort.

“It’s natural, actually…” Nagisa admitted, scratching at the back of his neck.

Akabane just smiled. “That just makes it cooler! Like fate chose you to look awesome.” He gushed, resting his chin on both his hands like a dazed schoolgirl and laughing.

Within two periods, the two boys had become thick as theives. They had found that they were both obsessed with the same movies, they listened to the same bands (Akabane had been to concert for one of them; the bluenette shamelessly milked him for details), and they had pretty much the same opinions on everything (Except for pineapple on pizza, which Nagisa liked. Karma had almost yelled in disgust so loud the teacher heard him). The smaller boy couldn’t belive the other didn’t have any other friends in his first four periods, because he was so cool, it couldn’t be like he was a loner. Unless that was just the kind of kid he was; he just kept himself on purpose, the strong, silent type. A nice thought, but probably not likely, as he’d chosen to open up to Nagisa so quickly. He didn’t notice the wary glances Akabane was getting at all.

It wasn’t until fifth period that he found out.

“What class do we have next?” The bluenette asked, fumbling for his schedule as the bell rang.

A look of dread flashed across the redhead’s face. “Gym, I think. Ew.”

The smaller boy laughed at his friend’s expression. “What, you don’t like P.E.?”

“Ugh, no way.”

“No way, you’re, like, ripped! I can see the muscles through your shirt sleeves, haha. You’re probably at the top of the class. Look at me, I’m a shrimp: You can’t complain.” Nagisa chuckled, guestering to his skinny, petite frame, then to Akabane’s althletic build.

Karma gave a weak laugh. “I’ve seen gymnasts with builds just like yours, Shiota. You don’t look very out of shape, I’m sure you’ll do fine. But…” He paused, then gave a small sigh of resignation. “…It’s not the curriculum I don’t like, it’s just…Nothing. You’ll see, I guess.” He shrugged and looked away.

“What? Is our coach shitty? How much are they gonna make us run?” The bluenette asked anxiously as they entered the gym. From the opposite side of the room, a tall girl with long, straight, blonde hair spotted Karma and waved. He waved back and giggled lightly.

“Who’s that, your girlfriend?” Nagisa asked. He wished he hadn’t said it after it was out of his mouth; something about the thought of the redhead in a relationship sat wrong in his stomach.

Karma roared with laughter. “Oh my god, no! She’d die if she heard that. She’s so gay, and so dedicated to her girlfriend.” The smaller boy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as the redhead regained himself. “No, no, that’s just my friend. Her name’s Nakamura Rio.”

“Gay, huh?” Nagisa laughed weakly and wondered if now was the best time to out himself as pan. He bit his lip, and looked up at his new friend. It could just be the lighting, but he might’ve seen a bit of pink on the other’s cheeks as they neared the locker rooms.

“Yeah; thank god her girlfriend’s not in our gym class. Okuda’s actually pretty modest, usually, but when she and Nakamura get around each other, it gets a little wild.” He shook his head at the thought of it, chuckling.

“Hah! Guess you’ll have to introduce me sometime.” He hadn’t noticed Karma’s falling footsteps as students filed into the locker rooms. “But let’s deal with that later, okay? We gotta go get dressed.” He turned back to noticed Akabane had stopped in the space between the locker rooms. His face was red and he wore an embarrassed frown. The bluenette shot him a blank look.

“…Karma? You coming?” he asked tentatively, tugging at his own backpack straps. A few students had stopped to watch the two. Nakamura walked up behind Karma and gently put her hand o his shoulder.

“Hey, Karma,” She said lightly, smiling at him.

“Hey,” He mumbled, looking to her, then the ground, then to Nagisa. He looked like he might cry.

“Um…See you after class, I guess.” The redhead said softly to his confused friend. The smaller boy’s eyes widened as he watched Akabane follow his blonde friend into the girls’ locker room with his head down.

Oh…

xXx

Nagisa couldn’t stop the rising heat in his cheeks as he changed into his gym clothes. A boy with cropped raven hair approached him catiously as he pulled his shorts over his hips.

“Hey…It’s Nagisa, right?” The bluentte nodded. “I’m Sugino, from your second period. I saw you out there with Akabane…Did you know?”

“No…Is that why people have been, sort of…avoiding him?” The smaller teen couldn’t help but ask.

“Because he’s trans? No-I mean-That might be part of it, for some people, but that’s not really the whole reason. It’s…he came out last year. Do you wanna know the story?” The taller boy asked as he slipped on his shirt.

“I don’t know, do I?” Nagisa bit his lip as he removed his pigtails and pulled his hair into a high pony. “I mean…I guess, if it’ll help me understand why it’s a big deal.” The coach called them out of the locker room, and they began to stretch themselves out on the gym floor.

“Well, last year, when-when he was a she-I’m just gonna refer to second-year Karma as a she, okay? To avoid confusion.” The bluenette nodded.

“Well, she was called Kiyoko, and she was, like, the best at everything. She was the best player on the girls’ basketball team, and she had top grades, and, y'know-she was just one of…those girls, right?” The smaller boy nodded again. “So there’s this kid named Asano Gakushuu in our grade. He’s the principal’s son, have you heard of him?” Nagisa shook his head. “Well, you will. Soon enough.”

“Anyways, he was super smart and athletic and stuff too-Like I said, he’s the principal’s kid-And he liked Akabane. Or he just wanted her as a sort trophy girlfriend, I don’t even know. Anyways, he hit on her for a really long time, and she finally hooked up with him. Some people thought it might have just been to shut him up, but she seemed to like him-But whatever, that part’s not important.”

“So, they were, like, the ultimate power couple for a few months. But they started having these fights all the time, like in the middle of lunch and stuff-I think it was about home stuff usually, that’s what somebody told me. Which would make since, Akabane’s parents travel for business a lot, so she’s-he’s, sorry-home alone a lot, and Asano’s got issues with his mom and dad, or whatever.

“But it got really bad, and one day Asano hit her and the next day-He came out as a he. Just like that, it was so sudden. He showed up to school the next day with his hair cut and a flat chest-I don’t think he had surgery, though-and wearing the boy’s uniform….And Asano just lost it. He was so mad. Somebody claimed Karma tried to tell him that he still liked him, and that he just wanted him to change the way he treated some of the students who got lower grades, but that doesn’t really matter, because they’re definitely done now, and they definitely hate each other’s guts.”

“…Damn.” Nagisa whispered softly. He felt like it was all he could say. It was so much. “Really?”

“Yeah, man. They’re rivals in eveything now, even though the school won’t let Karma register for anything as a boy.” Sugino frowned. “I feel bad for him. It must suck ass.”

“Yeah…” The bluenette’s voice trailed. “But that doesn’t really explain why everyone avoids him.”

“Nagisa, if Asano’s dad is the king of the school, Asano is the spoiled prince. He has everyone in this school under his finger. After Akabane came out, he did everything he could to wipe out Karma’s good reputation. He basically got rid of all of his friends, except for a few. His lunch table has, like, three people there only. It was a fucked up thing to do, but no one here’s in much of a position to defy Asano, unless you have good grades. Like Nakamura: you saw her, right? Highest English scores in the grade. She and Karma met on the basketball team, I think. They’ve been best friends since elementary. They used to always pull the greatest pranks together. When Asano dumped Akabane, every meal he and his little clique of friends ate had wasabi hidden all in it for the next week, no matte rwht they did. Asano coupdn’t prove it was her, and no one knows how she did it, but everyone knows she did. It was awesome.” Sugino said almost dreamily, staring at the ceiling as he fondly remembered the memory of Nakamura’s vengance and Asano’s suffering.

Nagisa laughed. “She sounds like a good friend to have.”

“Everyone says she’s crazy, but besides that, I’m sure she is. She and Okuda Minami are dating, so I guess she can’t be too bad.” The taller boy shrugged. The coach had moved on to talking about their curriculum for the following year, but nobody was really listening.

“Where did the girls’ class even go?” Nagisa asked, looking around the gym and laying down on the polished wooden floor.

“The other gym. They always split up the gym classes into guys’ and girls’. Probably hell for Akabane.”

“Yeah…Probably.”

xXx

Nagisa ducked into the boys’ changing room as quickly as he could, before Karma and the girls returned. He had seen the girls’ gym clothes, and he was terrified of seeing Karma in it and staring. He quickly changed back into the school uniform and sat outside the girls’s changing room, waiting for his friend. Finally, he watched the redhead and his blonde friend walk out of the door.

The bluenette popped up as soon as he saw his friend, whose eyes widened. He bit his lip and approached the smaller teen. “Sorry…” He murmured.

“For what?” The smaller boy smiled gently. He was tempted to put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, but refrained.

“I didn’t tell you…” The taller boy squeaked his shoe on the ground awkwardly.

“Why would you need to?” Nagisa laughed. “You didn’t need to; what difference does it make?” The bashful smile and glassy, hopeful eyes Karma used on him made his chest light, and he beamed almost giddily. “Come on, let’s go to our next class.”

anonymous asked:

a prompt; jughead and betty are dating but given his new southside status, betty doubts that he'll ask her to prom, and he doesn't. but he realises midway that he forgot and then gets all ready in a tux, only to see archie and betty be crowned prom king& queen. can we have some sort of a jealous jug and reassuring betty plz? and oblivious archie whose just really happy he won

Okay!
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“It’s fine Ronnie, you really don’t have to do that, I promise I’ll be fine without one.” Betty Cooper spoke softly, tripping over her own feet as Veronica dragged her through the florist, her eyes determined as the raven haired teen held up a swatch of fabric.

“I don’t care what you think B, the corsage is one of the most important pieces of the entire Prom ensemble, leave it to me, I’ll find the perfect one, it’ll match your dress, stop questioning me, this is what I was born to do.” Veronica gave a dramatic flourish and tugged Betty through the next aisle.

The blonde smiled gently at her best friend
“I really appreciate this V but won’t it be a little weird for me to show up with a corsage when I don’t even.. I don’t even have a date.” She swallowed thickly, the hurt evident in her voice.

Veronica turned around quickly, her arms wrapping around the defeated girl next door.
“Listen to me Betty Cooper, you’re beautiful and strong and kind and jug because you’re stupid gang banger of a boyfriend forgot about prom doesn’t mean I’m going to let him ruin this for you. I mean come on, you’re pretty much a shoe in for prom queen.” She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and dabbed at the stray tear sliding down Betty’s cheek.

Betty sniffled, wiping her nose and groaning
“I don’t understand that, I don’t want to be prom queen. You would be so much better at it than me, or even Cheryl.” She picked up a yellow daisy and brought it to her nose, inhaling the sweet smell. “I love daisies” the teary eyed blonde sighed dreamily.

Veronica pulled the bouquet from its stand
“You’re going to be prom queen because you deserve it, you’ve saved Riverdale more times than I can count and there’s not a single person more selfless than you. Don’t worry I’m sure my boyfriend will be standing right beside you, remind me to Thankyou again for beating out Valerie Brown, no way I’m letting her slow dance with Archie.” Veronica growled.

Betty giggled
“I haven’t won yet.”

With a lazy wave of her perfectly manicured hand, Veronica brought the daisies to the counter
“Make these into the most beautiful corsage you have ever seen, wrap the rest up.” She slid her black card across the counter. “Facial time!” Veronica pulled the giggling blonde through the store as Betty rolled her eyes lovingly.
***
Jughead rubbed his eyes, instantly annoyed at the invasion of his sleep. He hardly got any as it is, he wasn’t in the mood for some old man Serpent coming over and asking for another favor.
Ripping open the door he raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Arch? What are you doing here?”

Archie Andrews was standing on the front porch of F.Ps old trailer, his hand stuffed in his pockets as he looked at Jughead sadly, it had been atleast two weeks since he’d seen his best friend.

“Hey Jug, I was on my way to the shop and figured I’d come check up on you. Sucks about you and Betty, I’m real sorry man.” The redhead reached out and clapped a hand to Jugheads shoulder.

Jughead shifted uncomfortably in his leather jacket
“What about me and Betty?” He asked confused, his chest tightening in worry.

Archie nodded in understanding
“Yeah I get it, break ups are pretty hard to talk about, it’s best to just ask like they didn’t happen.”

Jugheads eyes went wide and he gripped the door frame
“We didn’t break up? Who said we broke up? Betty did?!” His eyes searched Archie’s face desperately as the quarterback seemed taken aback

“No, I just.. I assumed since you’re not taking her to prom and she’s going on her own… wait a second you’re still together? You didn’t ask your girlfriend to her senior prom? Dude what’s the matter with you?!” Archie’s eyes were angry now as he crossed his arms over his chest, disappointment evident.

Jughead wasn’t paying attention anymore, he felt sick to his stomach.

He had forgotten.

He had completely forgotten to ask Betty, he hadn’t even realized, Jesus he was the shittiest boyfriend in the world. “I’ll see you later tonight..” he mumbled, leaving his trailer door swinging open and Archie standing on
the porch.
***

“Looking good B Coops.” A deep wolf whistle came from her right and Betty smiled as Reggie Mantle stood beside her, slinging around her shoulders.

Betty laughed shoving Reggie away
“Thanks Reg.” Her smile was still fairly sad no matter how hard she tried to hide it, Reggie caught on quickly

“Hey, the dorks been through a lot of shit, word around town is he’s been busy with the gang, he probably just forget. I doubt he meant anything by it.” The jock shrugged his shoulders as Betty looked up at him, her eyes softened and she went on her tippy toes, pressing a feather light kiss to Reggies cheek.

“Thank you Reggie.” She spoke earnestly, shoving him gently “now go spin Josie around on that dance floor, she’s looking ready to bust a move.”

Reggie grinned,
“That’s my girl.” He ran to the dance floor lifting up his girlfriend and spinning her around.

Betty smiled and glanced down at the light yellow, strapless dress flowing around her ankles, the silver heels she wore made her teeter a bit but they looked good, her long blonde hair pulled up in a curly updo leaving her neck bare, a small silver chain with a tiny crown resting low on her chest. Betty’s fingers curled around the crown, her heart aching at the absence of her boyfriend.

Veronica chose that moment to come over and excitedly whisper in her ear
“They’re crowing prom king and queen! Come on, let’s get to the front.” Once again the beautiful dark haired girl in the deep purple dress pulled Betty through the crowd, where she listened to then dub Archie Prom King.

Betty clapped and whistled, her heart swelling for her childhood best friend, Veronica was shouting “that’s my boyfriend Baby, that’s right prom king?!”

“And now for our prom queen of the Riverdale Senior Class… Betty Cooper.”

An eruption of cheers overtook the auditorium and before she knew it she was being shoved into Archie’s arms, a crown being placed on her head as the pair was pushed onto the dance floor, a slow song playing on the speakers, Archie’s hands finding her waist as hers draped around his neck.

“Deja Vu” the red headed boy smirked

Betty laughed,
“I always knew this would happen, I mean not this way obviously but ya know. Wouldn’t it be funny If Jughead were here, he always used to call us the prom king and queen.” She giggled

Archie’s eyes found something above her head and he laughed under his breath, his hands tightening
“Looks like he is here.” He nodded behind Betty and spun her around, her eyes catching on the dark haired boy as he stood next to Veronica, his hands shoved in his suit pockets, he looked angry.

“What’s he doing here? And why does he look so mad?” Betty looked up at Archie and raised a brow at his wicked smirk.

“He’s jealous, let give him something to talk about shall we?”

Betty’s eyes widened before settling in understanding as she smiled

“We shall.”

Archie swung Betty around and she giggled loudly, the crowd awwing

Suddenly she was being spun out of Archie’s arms and into a very familiar pair of hands.

“Jughead? What are you doing here?” Betty asked confused as the raven haired boy tugged her tighter to his chest, Swaying gently to the music as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling the vanilla perfume.

“What? I can’t dance with the prom queen?” He pulled back and smirked nervously.

Betty tried to tamper down her smile but felt the corners of her lips pulling up
“I’m in high demand.” She teased, resting her head on his chest as fingers toyed with her neck, pressing gently on the pulse point.

“Bets.. I’m so sorry, I forgot. I wasn’t thinking, I’ve been so busy with.. ya know. And I know that it’s no excuse to neglect you, you’re the most important person in the world to me, I don’t want to lose you, I just.. I feel like I’m drowning here. I’m trying to balance these two lives and I’m failing, I don’t care about anything else.. I just..”

Betty cut him off, pressing a kiss to his lips and smiling when she felt him let out a breath of relief

“I get it. I’m not mad, but don’t ever feel like you have to choose okay? I’m here for you. Through everything.” She pressed her palm to his cheek and he sighed, pressing against her.

“I love you Betty Cooper.”

She grinned back

“Jughead jones, I love you.”

He spun her out and pulled her back in, her laughter filling the auditorium, his lips danced against her ear

“You look beautiful by the way Prom Queen.”

Betty laughed
“Whats a queen without her king?”

Jughead eyes shifted to Archie who was kissing Veronica on the dance floor beside them

He felt Betty push tighter against Him

“I prefer the Serpent King to The Prom king.”

can’t help but love you

pairing: jughead jones and archie andrews (+ side betty cooper and veronica lodge)

word count: 8.2k

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summary:

The problem with this was that, firstly Archie wasn’t into guys, he was into just about every girl in Riverdale. Secondly, Jughead was still trying to figure out if what he was feeling was just a fluke, and being around Archie just confused him. And thirdly, Jughead didn’t want to like him at all. His feelings were a burden, a painful ache at the back of his head.  It was easier to pretend to still hate Archie then tell him that he might have feelings for him.

a/n: idk how im already this far deep into the trash can but here we are. 

Jughead was nestled into his favorite booth at Pop’s Chock-Lit Shoppe that night, fingers furiously typing away on his laptop as he worked on his novel. He only paused to drink some of his chocolate milkshake or glance at the booth containing the four friends he could’ve been with if he wasn’t… well, him.

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A Bucky x Reader Seven Deadly Sins Special 

A/N: Inspiration was drawn from this post from @meganhufflepuffwriting and had help from her (@megan-hufflepuff ) and C (@riseofthehufflepuffs ) when brainstorming. This isn’t like any of my normal fics so I apologize if you don’t enjoy this. (Word Count is: 8.1k)

Warnings: fluff, smut, angst, torture, action, dark themes


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anonymous asked:

Bughead writing prompt where Betty has a crush on Jughead and she gets jealous and he's entirely oblivious

Hope you like it!!! Thank you for requesting!! <3


“Excuse me, do you know where I can find Jughead Jones?” four faces frowned at the odd question that echoed over their heads and stopped their previous cheerful chat on their usual lunch table, Kevin even mentally counting them in his mind to be sure that all of them were present and not anyone of their small group of friends was actually the one to be looking around for Jughead. Nope, Archie was to his side, Betty and Veronica across him; then who the hell was asking for Jughead?

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Wearing His Heart on His Sleeve / Jughead Jones

So this went in a ‘little’ bit of a different direction than what I wanted…it’s definitely not my best work but hopefully it’s still okay


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“Look at you all grown up and in love,” Archie teases with a smirk.

Jughead rolls his eyes, his grip on (Y/N) growing slightly tighter. “Whatever,” he mumbles. (Y/N) frowns and casts a look in her boyfriends direction, taking in his expression. 

She could easily see through his seemingly impassive face. Her hand subtly moves from the table to rest over his that was placed on her thigh. 

“Seriously,” Archie laughs, “it’s funny to see Jughead like this. It’s so unlike him.”

Veronica agrees eagerly with a nod, “Completely. But can they get any cuter though?” she asks, turning to the blond beside her. “It’s so obvious how in love they are. It’s written all over their faces.”

(Y/N) and Jughead had been a couple for only a few months but since the dark haired boy had announced their relationship to his friends he had been relentlessly teased. (Y/N) knew they meant no harm but Jughead found it unsettling at times. 

Betty offers them both an apologetic smile. She was the only one in the group who had caught on and understood how Jughead was feeling about their jokes. “Did you guys hear about-”

(Y/N) tunes out from the conversation, grateful for the distraction. “You okay?” she asks Jughead quietly as she squeezes his hand, not wanting to grab anyone else’s attention. 

He nods slightly, turning his hand under hers so he could entwine their fingers. “I guess.”

She frowns at his words, “You guess? That doesn’t sound too reassuring.”

Jughead smiles and brings their hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the back of her hand. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he comments. 

(Y/N) only rolls her eyes, “Of course I’m going to worry,” she counters. “I want you to be happy,” she tells him.

“You make me happy,” he smiles. 

She wants to tell him how cheesy he sounds but his words make her heart skip a beat. “You’re an idiot,” she chuckles, using her other arm to wrap around his as she slides closer to him, pressing her side against his. 

“What are you two lovebirds mumbling about?” Archie announces, turning the conversation back to the couple opposite him. 

(Y/N) sticks her tongue out in response to him but Jughead’s smile was long gone as a frown fills his features. “Nothing you need to know,” she tells him. Jughead tries to loosen her hold of him but she only grips his arm tighter, shooting him a daring look. He sighs and falls back against the seat, taking her with him. 

“Did you two want to come with us?” Betty asks before taking a sip of the drink in front of her.

“Where to?” (Y/N) asks, completely lost.

“To Veronica’s place,” Archie informs them. 

(Y/N) looks up at Jughead to get a read on his thoughts. She gives him a kind smile and gently shakes her head as a reply to her friend. “Nah, I think we’ll stay here,” she says turning back to them.

Archie’s smirk returns as he wiggles his eyebrows which causes (Y/N) to chuckle. Sensing her boyfriends gaze she quickly smothers them by covering her hand over her mouth and tries to play them off as a cough.

“Alright then,” Veronica says, rising to her feet as she slides out of the booth. Betty follows her and moves to stand by her side. 

“We’ll see you later then,” Archie declares, finally getting up. “You two kiddies have fun,” he laughs, gripping Jughead’s shoulder as he walks by them before exiting. 

The two girls standing offer their goodbyes before following the redhead out of the diner. 

Jughead releases a groan and rests his head against his forearm that was across the table. “I’m so over this,” he mumbles.

(Y/N) smiles at her boyfriend and removes one of her arms from his to his back. She gently rubs comforting circles over his shirt and he soon releases a sigh of content.

“Why can’t it always be like this?”

“Like what?”

“Where it’s just you and me,” he says. “I would much prefer that a lot of the time.”

(Y/N) snorts at his words but nevertheless nods in agreement. “Sometimes I wish for the same thing.”

“Only sometimes?” he questions, peering up at her from the table.

She shrugs, “Other times I do enjoy their company a bit.”

Jughead scowls, “I’m not enjoying their company now.”

(Y/N) pokes his back to gain his attention once more, “If Archie’s really getting to you, just tell him to stop. You know he will, you just need to let him know that his words are bothering you.”

He shakes his head, “There’s no point. It will blow over.”

(Y/N) clicks her tongue, “That’s what you said last week, Jughead,” you say seriously. “You really should say something…you’re clearly not okay with it.”

“Maybe,” he sighs. She doesn’t say anything in reply, only continues to run her fingers along his back.

The couple weren’t that affectionate in public to begin with, but any sign of Jughead being remotely open about his feelings for (Y/N)-and Archie was there with some form of a comment or smirk. 

(Y/N) loved when he expressed himself and it made her upset that he was more reluctant to now around other people because of his friend. It made her more upset that he wasn’t being honest with Archie. She knew how the supposedly innocent banter was all in good fun-but she hated to see Jughead so tense around his friends.

“Come on,” she whispers finally, removing her hand off him.

“Where are we going?” he groans. 

“Home.”

Jughead moves back so he was sitting up and turns to face her. “Your place?” he questions, his forehead screwing up as his confusion fills his features. 

(Y/N) smiles and nods, reaching her hand out to stroke his cheek gently, “You ready to go?” 

Jughead pulls away so he could stand, he holds a hand out and (Y/N) takes it with a grin before guiding him out of the diner and towards her house. 


Entering the student lounge, (Y/N) let out a sigh of relief as she caught sight of her boyfriend standing against the wall. Without hesitation she makes her way to him and wraps her arms around him, hiding your face in his chest. 

Conversation around her faded but she didn’t pay attention. (Y/N) only wanted Jughead. His arms wound around her waist and he held her until she pulls back to look him in the face.

“You alright?” he asks, moving the hair out of her face.

(Y/N) shook her head, “I am going to fail,” she mumbles.

Jughead smiles softly and one of his hands moves up the length of her body until it rests on her shoulder, “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. But if you need help I can go over the work with you.”

(Y/N) didn’t get to reply. Archie had spotted the pair as he entered the room and made his way towards them. “Morning you two,” he says. “And what is my favourite pair up to now?”

(Y/N) moves slightly, taking a step closer to her boyfriend who’s hands had dropped from her. “Nothing,” she smiles softly. “What’s up?”

Archie crosses his arms as he leans against the wall beside his dark haired friend. “Not much. Betty wanted me to ask you two if you wanted to join us outside.”

Jughead shakes his head, “We’re going to head over to the library,” he informs him. “We have some studying to do.”

“Studying, huh?”

The boy rolls his eyes, “Yes. Actual studying.”

“Alright then,” he says, his tone sounding as though he didn’t believe Jughead. “As you were then,” he smirks, pushing off the wall and moving away from them.

Jughead releases a sigh before wrapping an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder, “If you think I’m actually going to study this…atrocity you are deeply mistaken, my love,” she declares. 

“I figured. But we will work on it soon. We can’t have you stressing over it.”

“Why did you tell Archie we’d be in the library then?”

He shrugs and pulls her closer to him again, resting his chin on her head as she too wraps her arms around him. 

Jughead rolls his eyes at his redheaded friend who sends a wink in his direction followed by a small smile, which expressed all the happiness and pride he had for his friends, before leaving the lounge. 

anonymous asked:

Can you write another fanfiction with Souphead. Like when nobody knows Jughead has an identical cousin and they keep mistaking him for Jughead like in the comics. Thank you and your fanfiction are fantastic!

Let me give it a go! This is gonna be pre relationship bughead so kinda au.
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“Hey!” Betty giggled, snatching her apple from Jugheads hands “I do have to eat something from my own lunch tray.”

Jughead shrugged carelessly, his fingers tugging on the end of her blonde ponytail
“I’m a growing boy, and it’s your job to keep me fed.” His boyish smirk never failed to make Betty weak in the knees and this moment was no exception.

Raising a perfectly plucked brow, Betty grinned
“And why would that be my job?”

Jughead blushed deep scarlet, the color so satisfying to Betty she couldn’t help but reach her hand to his face and let her fingers brush over his cheeks,the color only darkening.

“Well.. ya know.. it’s just.. we umm.” The poor dark haired boy beside her stuttered, his fingers tapping nervously as his eyes fluttered slightly due to her touch.

Their relationship was new, it had no labels and neither of the flustered teens knew quite what it was that they had. They were close, that was for sure and the physical and emotional attraction was the strongest either of them had ever experienced. They may not have labels but they did have stolen moments.

Betty’s body pressed against his in the blue and gold, Frank Sinatra crooning in the background as they slowdanced in the empty classroom. The way Jugheads lips felt on her cheeks when he dropped her off at home, holding her a little longer when she didn’t want to face her mother. Betty’s homemade blueberry pie, that seemed to almost replace his fathers scotch when she would make Sunday dinner for the two Jones men.

Pulling herself back into the moment Betty decided to put her “not quite Boyfriend/Boyfriend” out of his misery. Ruffling his dark waves lazily she turned back to her lunch.

“So when does your cousin get here? I can’t wait to meet him.”

With a very audible groan Jughead dropped his head to the table.
“Tonight. He’s nothing like me. He may look like me but don’t be fooled, he’s nothing like me.”

Betty smiled at the distressed boy in front of her
“Two Jugheads doesn’t sound so bad to me.”

Popping his chin in his hand Jughead stared lovingly at the beautiful blonde before him.

“Yeah well. Let’s just stick with one okay?”

Betty rolled her eyes as the warning bell rang
“Whatever you say Juggie. I still can’t wait to meet him. I have this weird feeling we’re gonna be good friends”

Something in Jugheads eyes flickered, something Betty had never seen before, before she had a chance to ask him what was wrong Veronica was by her side dragging her to last period.
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“Listen to me. No messing around, these are my friends. Well kind of, Betty and Archie are my friends and.. well I guess Veronica and Kevin are too.. thats not the point.. just… try not to mess anything up.” Jughead sighed as he addressed the boy beside him.

The resemblance was uncanny, Jugheads cousin had the same dark almost purple waves and sky blue eyes, his tan skin was just as smooth as Jugheads except he was missing the spattering of freckles and beauty marks that were so uniquely Jughead.

Souphead rolled his eyes
“When have I ever let you down cuz? This is gonna be awesome. I’m sure the babes here are much more fun then all of the stuck up barbies out in California .”

Jughead shook his head and started moving quicker than he had ever walked in his entire life, his cousin scrambled to catch up.

“I’m thinking a blonde. Ya know how I like the dark haired girls but new school new me, ya know what I mean?”

Jughead turned to him, a bored expression on his face as they made it to his locker
“Whatever soup, just try not to get in any fights. It’s your first day and you know F.P will kill us both if you get suspended.”

Suddenly souphead was nudged forward into the locker quickly turning around and coming face to face with Cheryl Blossom.

“Watch where you’re going Jughead. I don’t need to catch whatever germs you’re carrying under that disgusting beanie of yours, I mean really..” Cheryl’s words were cut off when she caught sight of the two twins in front of her
“There’s two of you?! Oh Jason save us all.”

Souphead gripped Cheryl’s hand in his, dropping a kiss to her knuckles
“I promise there’s only one of me, maybe I’ll introduce you sometime.” He lifted his eyebrows, Cheryl flinched in surprise before she seemed to melt in front of Jugheads eyes

“Per..perhaps you can.” She gulped

Souphead smiled that ever charming grin and turned back to his locker right beside Jughead, Cheryl stumbled backwards at his dismissal nearly tripping over her heels as she scurried away.

Jughead stared at his cousin for a moment before the boy slung his backpack over his shoulder
“Redheads. Not my thing.”


“Hey man, you’ll never guess what game i copped from Dilton!” Archie clapped souphead on the shoulder, completely disregarding his best friend standing right next to him.

Souphead stared up at Archie for a moment before turning to Jughead
“Once again, redheads. Not my thing.”

Archie moved away from souphead like he’d been burned staring wide eyed between the two cousins.
“You got cloned.” He questioned seriously.

Jughead couldn’t help the snort that came out
“Arch, meet my cousin. Souphead this is Archie.”

Archie nodded, grinning
“Totally weird man.”

It all happened before Jughead could stop it, he could see her but she couldn’t see him, he was hidden behind his locker door while Souphead was out in the open. Betty came up to Jugheads rowdy cousin, running her fingers through his hair.

“No hat today? It looks nice.” She whispered, fingers tangling at the ends as she pressed a little closer to the boy in front of her. Soupheads arms came around her waist, tugging her closer as Betty yelped her smile widening. Souphead grinned
“Now this is what I’m talking about.”

Jughead growled, stepping out of his place behind his locker.

“Let go. Now.” He demanded.

Betty’s eyes widened when she saw Jughead standing in front of her, she pried herself out of the look alikes arms and blushed rose petal pink.

“Oh my god. You must be souphead. I’m so sorry! Wow what an introduction right? I’m Betty Cooper it’s so nice to meet you!”

The grinning teen took her hands in his and squeezed
“Pleasures all mine Betty Cooper.”
Betty raised a confused eyebrow as she pulled her hands from his, smiling slightly.

Jughead cleared his throat and took Betty’s arm in his
“We have to get to class, I’ll see you at lunch. Try not to cause too much trouble again.”

Veronica had joined them at this point and was currently listening as Archie explained how Jugheads cousin was cloned to look just like him.

“Quit telling me that .. dad.. I got this” souphead smiled wickedly before throwing a wink in Betty’s direction

“See you at lunch sunshine.” Then he was off.

Jugheads grip on Betty’s arm was tighter than usual and she looked down at it pointedly

“I like him. He’s funny.” She smiled, shifting into Jugheads side a bit more.

The boy beside her sighed as his fingers played with the end of Betty’s cheerleading skirt

“That’s what I was afraid of.” He whispered.

Betty pulled away for a moment, realization dawning in her eyes. Oh. He was jealous.

Oh.


Moving to stand in front of him, Betty took her favorite boys face in her hands

“He’s funny juggie. And I like him. But you’re more than funny.. you don’t have to worry about losing me to him.. you’re…you’re everything.” She whispered, dropping her own kiss to his cheek.

Jughead let out a sigh of relief before dealing his arm over her shoulder

“Okay Betts. You’ve convinced me. And by the way?”

Betty looked up at him, green eyes sparkling

“You’re more than everything”

Title: The Taste of Envy

Summary: Bianca is a call girl and her favourite client, a possessive man named Negan requests her services for the night.

Pairing: Bianca x Negan

Warnings: Smut, possessiveness, spanking, fluff


Sitting at the bar with one leg crossed over the other, Bianca reapplied a layer of red lipstick and waited for Negan who had requested her services. Becoming a call girl was never her intention, she had plans to go to college and study law, make her parents proud and be the success story of her family. But somewhere between nineteen and twenty-one she had fallen off the tracks, got involved with women who worked through a call girl agency and realised she could make big money using her body.

Now twenty-three, the pretty redhead was just starting off in the adult business. The men she serviced were rich businessmen who had more millions than sense, some of them had crumbling marriages to wives they hated and some of them were lonely and needed someone to talk to, but this particular man who wanted to see her tonight was possessive. Negan. He wasn’t like the others. Yes, he was older and he was rich, but he was gorgeous. He was a man who could get any girl he wanted, whenever he walked into a room, heads turned and women damn near threw themselves at him like he was a pussy magnet. But he still paid to see her. It was flattering to say the least, and there was part of her that got butterflies whenever he texted her. But to work this job, the number one rule was to never get attached, and she was already failing.

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Wonder Boy Part 3

Originally posted by matthews-nylander-marner

Okay friends, Part 3! There will probably only be one more part of this story, mostly because I feel like it’s beginning to sound forced. That being said, this is over 4,000 words. It’s fucking long, you guys, I’m so sorry. I’m not quite happy with it, as I’m really really sick today but I wanted to get this up ASAP. I really hope y’all enjoy it, because it took forever to write :)

Warnings: SMUT! If you’re under 18/don’t like sexy time, I have that bit marked off by a line of these fun little squiggles ~~~ Also, there is cursing and mentions of alcohol, so be warned

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“I think he’s up to something,” I said to my friend Cassie about Auston the next week. The free drinks hadn’t stopped, but the apologies had. I had a feeling that he was trying everything he could to keep me from forgetting him whilst also doing his best to be a complete dick. Obviously, he hadn’t gotten the memo that being a dick does not include providing me with expensive alcohol, but maybe he thought if he kept up that he would guilt me into apologizing first. Which I refused to do.

Yeah,” she answered absently, eyeing one of the guys at Auston’s table that I didn’t know. She was not being inconspicuous. “You’re right, something’s stinking in fucking Denmark,”  

“I think you mean ‘Something is rotten in the state of Denmark’,” I provided. Her stare at Auston’s big redheaded friend was broken when she turned to glare at me.

“I don’t think I do.”

“Yeah you do, it’s from Hamlet. We took Intro to Shakespeare together, you should know this,” I was teasing her, but she didn’t seem to think it was funny. Possibly because her target for the night was within earshot.

“Whatever. Go fight with Auston-sorry, I mean Assface- again, I’m sure that’ll occupy your need to be overly critical.”

I couldn’t keep my cheeks from heating up, and I hid my face. I had avoided speaking to Auston successfully all night. I was not about to break my streak. My friend was back to leering at the huge ginger guy at the next table. “Why don’t you go introduce yourself to tall, red, and handsome over there? I’m done with hockey players, that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t have the experience at least once.” I made sure that my words weren’t condescending, I mean, who was I to keep my friend from getting some action from one of the broadest, most broodingly attractive men I had ever seen? “Especially since he looks like he’d be fun.”

“You think I should? I mean…”

“Go for it. I’m sure they’re not all as bad as Auston, as difficult as that is for me to admit,” I laughed a little.

The second she got up I regretted my encouraging her, because Willy and Mitch flashed over to my table like the booth was a magnet. And, judging by the way they were smiling, I knew that something was up.

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This is a tad long but music is the air I breathe so yeah I got excited and couldn’t contain myself haha! Also I hope you don’t mind that I combined these two asks, I thought it was interesting for them to feel neglected and threatened by Archie and Veronica at the same time!! Hope you both like it and thank you so so much for your amazing words and compliments!! It really means the world to me!! Enjoy!! <333


You’ve seen Radiohead at Madison Square Garden?!” the raven haired boy’s eyes became perfect round balls of genuine admiration and his lips parted in a disbelieving gasp.

“Yep!” the brunette girl across him pointed the ‘p’ proudly, smiling fondly at the memory. “Listening to Creep in a sea full of people that was chanting along, with phone screens like twinkle lights swaying in the darkness above us is something that still gives me chills.” She admitted with a shine of excitement on her chocolate eyes.

“Man!” he huffed in defeat. “That band and in that iconic venue, I’m telling you Ronnie, I’m forever envious of you now.” He admitted with a shake of his head and a smirk, the girl smirking back.

“The next year I was going to see Depeche Mode there too but” her face formed an unladylike flinch “all those things went down with my dad and, well, the rest is history.” She shrugged and sighed, taking a rich sip of her chocolate milkshake.

With a dreamy expression, he dropped back on his seat. “I’m betting Sinner In Me would sound amazing live.” He nearly gasped.

She widened her eyes. “Right?! God, I love this song so much!” she groaned in delight.

“It’s one of my favorites too.” He agreed with a nod and drumming fingers, lightly imitating the tune.

And just like that, another day in the exclusive world of Jughead Jones and Veronica Lodge was slowly passing by. Betty Cooper, who was sitting next to the tall boy all this time, the Betty Cooper that chatted and babbled away for days when she was with friends, hadn’t even formed a single word since Veronica came to join the newly formed couple. No, scratch that. Betty hadn’t formed a word this whole week now, the week that the three of them seemed to be inseparable. She just seemed to just sit there and observe, like she was the third wheel to a closed group of longtime friends.

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Cuddles- Harry Potter

Draco

Originally posted by iiviixx

Saturday afternoons around Christmas were always a do nothing day, I sat in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin common room reading The Great Gatsby, “love why are you so interested in muggle books?” Draco asked. I ignored him and continued to read my book as it was getting quite intense, I felt the cushion next to me sink in and Draco was soon huddled right next to me, he started placing kisses down my neck “how do you expect me to just sit there and watch you bite your lip like that” he growled against my skin “Draco, I’m trying to read” I said sternly, “you’ve been reading all day” he whined as he continued to pester me. I closed my book tossing it on the table in defeat “I just want to cuddle” he pouted, I rolled my eyes at the blonde boy who always tried to come off as a big tough guy but in reality was the biggest marshmallow ever. He lay down on the couch pulling my back into his chest, but he soon rolled over so I was now the big spoon, I sighed, but not surprised my dorky boyfriend just wanted to be held all the time. 

Ron

Originally posted by maarch-24th

OWLS were finally over and we had a couple days to relax before we had to go home for the summer, this was the time of year most of us dreaded, Harry didn’t want to go back to the Dursley’s, Hermione loved her parents but after 5 years she was still in awe with Hogwarts and Ron hated how crowded his house got with his brothers visiting home and the constant stream of guests. We all knew within a month’s time we would be the guests crowding up the Burrow, but we still said our good byes as if we wouldn’t see each other till September. I sat on the end of Ron’s bed as I watched him pack, he lugged his trunk to the door and plopped himself down next to me, I lay back following his actions, he soon grabbed my hand playing with my fingers and hair. I knew that was his sign, every time Ron wanted to cuddle he would never initiate it, he would start to fiddle, touching my hair or arms, I rolled over as he wrapped his arm around me, I could feel his steady breathing against my neck, his hand interlaced with mine, I smiled at this perfect moment I always longed for.

Harry

Originally posted by loveviral

Another year and another courageous fight my stupid yet good-hearted boyfriend has won, I went up to the boys dormitory where I knew Harry would be packing his trunk dreading another summer with the Dursley’s. When I slowly pushed the door open I saw Harry standing over his trunk, carefully staring at a piece of clothing, still mourning the death of his God father, I padded across the room wrapping my arms around his waist pressing my head into his back “sorry love, I’m not really in the mood” he sighed pulling away from my grip. I frowned as I watched him close his trunk and carry it over to the door “Harry” I complained “I know you were supposed to live with Sirius this summer, and I know you loved him, you can’t push the people who care about you away” I sighed walking closer to him, this time he didn’t back away, I pulled him down to his bed and leaned my head on his shoulder, holding him close, “it’ll be okay, we can get through this together” I said, this was the first time he cried since it happened, the sobs wracked through his body but I comforted him “you don’t have to be strong all the time Harry” I whispered stroking his back. 

Fred

Originally posted by tess453

Fred and I were polar opposites, he was so loud, funny and outgoing, whereas I was quiet, serious and incredibly shy, but I guess it’s true what they say, opposites do attract because I couldn’t be any happier than I was with this goof ball red head. I sat in the common room re-reading my potions notes, I had told Fred and George many times they should study as well, but they decided they weren’t writing their OWLs and were planning a “brilliant prank” in their words. It wasn’t until 2am the boys came running in the common room, as usual disturbing the peace “y/n love, check this out… fireworks” Fred simply said, him and George making sound effects and popping actions with their hands. I stared at them, putting my notes down “fireworks?” I asked confused “fireworks” they repeated in unison, Fred plopped himself down next to me, the sudden weight shift causing me to fall into his side, he wrapped his arm around me pulling me close “we have come up with these fireworks that will re-create Umbridge’s pig face” George laughed “right, and when and where do you plan on doing this?” I asked concerned “in the great hall during the final exams” they exclaimed in unison “isn’t that a bit dangerous?” the questions continuing. They quickly but excitedly explained their plan before Fred tried silently but failed to tell George to get out, “now that we’re alone” Fred smirked pulling me onto his lap “Fred, I’m tired” I yawned “then sleep, love, I just want to be with you” he mumbled into my messy hair, I soon fell asleep to the steady heartbeat of Fred Weasley.

George

Originally posted by couplezzz

I sat on top of my boyfriend with every intent in keeping him pinned down “you think you’re stronger than me?” the redhead smirked “I don’t think, I know” I challenged. He rolled his eyes at me “you’re the biggest goof I’ve ever met” he smiled, I pretended to be offended “me!?” I gasped dramatically “yes you” he laughed pulling the pillow out from under his head and wacking me with it, before i could react he jolted up and grabbed me, pulling me into his chest, i burst into a fit of giggles against his chest, once I had calmed down I readjusted myself so my legs were now straight “George Weasley, what would your mother say about you hitting girls?” I joked “oh but I thought you were stronger than me” he smirked. I rolled my eyes “you’re such a loser” I mumbled into his chest “yes, but I’m your loser” he said pressing his lips to my temple, the energy in the room soon died down to relaxation and I was beginning to feel tired “I love you George” I whispered “I love you too, y/n” he replied holding me closer. 

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BLOOD LUST

“A bit too tight, Mama,” I wince slightly as she yanks the strings to my corset so tight I couldn’t breathe.

“Pain is beauty, Adelaide, and if you need to look absolutely perfect for when the King comes to town tomorrow. The Master can’t see you looking anything less than perfect,” She says as she takes a pin from her mouth and places it near the new, makeshift hem so she can remember to sew there so I won’t trip over my own dress tomorrow.

“I’m scared. He has never come to town. Do you know what he’s coming for?” I whisper as I look out the window to see the tiny faeries glowing brightly as they fly and dance in the moonlight, darting to each and every scarce flower they could find in the chill of winter to find pollen to make their faerie dust. Mama tenses and pauses for a moment before shrugging and continuing her work.

I giggle and wave as one of the faeries flies to the glass and watches in awe as the candle light illuminates my dress that I was to wear for when Master arrived.

The mere thought of him sent chills down my spine. I had never met nor seen him, but I had definitely heard of the cruel, vampire king who ruled over this land. His skin was so pale that it was nearly translucent, every bluish-green vein noticeable, with eyes so red, it was like a fire blazed within them. He had chestnut brown curls that barely grazed his shoulders and his teeth were glistening white with points so sharp that with just a bit of pressure, he could pierce your neck and drain you dry in seconds.

They say he is a sad man, even though he ruled over many, many lands with all the riches of the world. In his thousand year reign, he never found love and, tales say, he searches relentlessly for his mate but to no avail. He knows only two features of his intended mate; fiery, red hair, the color of the very thing he craves the most, and eyes as green as emeralds just as his used to be before his blood lust settled in. They say his eyes have been red for hundreds of years, so long that they were beginning to say his past, gentle, kind nature and viridescent eyes were a myth.

Rumors were now going around that his sadness was developing into fierce, desperate anger, setting fire to every village that lied to him, saying there was a girl there who matches the description of his beloved.

I was used to the stares, the whispers, and pointing over my eighteen years in this world. I was the only redhead on a town of snow blondes and chestnut brunettes; a peculiar sight. I knew I matched the description of the king’s mate and so did everyone else in this tiny town. Sometimes, I dreamed vividly of a man so beautiful that he took my breath away. Even though I never dreamt of him with eyes like fire, only deep green, I knew it was the Master, the king, but I tried not to think much of it. I could never be his beloved.

“Okay, darling. Take it off so I can finish the hemming. I want to be able to get some sleep tonight,” my mother says tiredly as I slip off the beautiful, flowing dress and hand it to her.

Leaning over, she places a small kiss onto my forehead. Pulling back, she gazes at my face with an odd look in her eyes before sighing quietly. “Get some sleep, Adelaide. It could be a big day for us tomorrow,” she says and I immediately know she’s talking about the mate rumors. I nod softly as I pull on a nightgown before climbing into bed.

She walks out of my room, the wooden door eerily creaking shut, and I tug my quilted blanket closer as I hear the winter wind whip against the trees, the snowfall making it difficult to see the faeries glow as they continue to desperately scavenge for a few more hours until barren winter truly begins.

Feeling myself start to drift off, I lean over and with a quick gust of breath, I blow out my candle and my room goes completely dark, moonlight slowly creeping in through the window. Closing my eyes, I wonder if I’m going to dream of Master tonight as sleep overtakes me.

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The once boiling water that was now my bath was starting to chill as I soaked absentmindedly. I could hear the villagers clamoring and shouting outside as they ready for the King’s arrival. I couldn’t believe that they believe that I was his mate so much that they sent a messenger to his castle. They put our little village, our home, in danger because of their beliefs. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

“Adelaide! Time to get out! The watchers spotted Master Styles about thirty minutes away, my child!” My mother shouts as I wash the rose oil off my body. Standing, I let the water roll and drip off my naked body as I grab my towel and quickly dry off.

Walking out into my bedroom, I gasp at the beauty of the dress my mother had finished making. The tight, corseted bodice was intricately designed with elegant pearls that shown with brilliant luster. My breasts were lightly pushed up and my pale skin looked even more translucent in the white dress. The flowing skirt billowed to my feet and felt soft on my legs. Extra fabric made a cape-like train appearance that just kissed the ground behind me as I walked. It was beautiful.

My hair was down with a few elaborate, delicate braids across the middle. On top of my head, my mother placed a wreath of baby’s breath that showed a stark contrast against my blazing red hair.

Turning to my mother, I open my mouth to speak when a loud horn is blown. The King was here.

My mother quickly grabs my hand and pulls me out of the house. My father and my younger brother stand there in the snow, looking down the beaten, dirt road in awe. For once, the tinkling of small bells was not heard as the faeries hid from the cold winter. Only gasps and whispers were trickling into my ears as I turn to see what all the fuss is about.

Walking further into the road, I stand there as dry leaves crack and crinkle under my feet, the ground cold and damp from the melting snow.


My eyes dart around to see the villagers in their best outfits gazing at me for a quick second before looking back down the road in trembling fear and excitement. Looking forward, I squint slightly only to gasp to myself as I see a small team of steel, black carriages pulled by dark stallions. Their heavy puffs of breath were evident in the cold air and their black manes were flowing behind them as they trotted, tiny, white snowflakes getting caught in the strands.

They slowly come to a halt as I feel my heart beating fast in my chest, my breathing becoming more and more frantic as I see a man hop down from his driving seat and open a carriage door. One dark boot stepping out is all it takes to send my body into overdrive before a masterpiece of a man as beautiful as the legends say fully steps out of the carriage. For someone who has lived over two thousand years, he still looked youthful and perfect.

His face is smug and dark as he looks around with a slight scowl, the commoners and people of the town swarming him instantly. His steps were calculated and determined as he walks to the stage where local news is normally projected. It was amazing to think he could actually run faster than a gust of wind.

I was in awe of him.

“My people,” he starts as something inside of me begins to tingle and a feeling I’ve never felt comes over me. His voice was raspy and smooth like thick, sweet molasses, sending every hair on my body on end.

He inhales deeply, looking like he was in pain and holding himself back but it seemed me and his guards were the only ones who notice. His guards take a step towards him as if they were ready for him to pounce on someone any second.

“As the years go by, your king stays healthy and young, ruling over this country fairly and keeping war at bay. But as I stay young, my servants and my slaves, especially my dear, sweet, generous blood slaves, grow old and frail. When they grow a certain age or get sickly,” he smiles kindly but I could see the maliciousness behind it. “I dispose of them, letting them leave the castle and go to a… a better place.” He says as the townspeople grow curious and anxious at his impending words.

This is not what they thought he was here for. He wasn’t looking for his mate at all when he decided to come to our village. He was looking for slaves, particularly blood slaves!

I take a step back as the realization comes over me, hoping no one will notice but the guard beside the king locks eyes with me and smiles demonically, his sharp teeth glistening as I imagine all the blood he has sucked from innocent people. His smile widens when he sees the color of my hair and his intrigue deepens.

“So, my lovely people, you are going to have to make a decision - a sacrifice, if you will - and hand over just a handful, only a handful, of your healthiest. After all, it’s the least you can do for your king,” he smiles once more, surveying the area as the people begin to panic. They didn’t want to be separated from their families!

Shouts of disagreement and outrage fill the small space before he holds his hands up to silence them. “If that’s how you are going to behave…Seize them,” he flicks his wrist, instructing his guards to rush into the crowd and start grabbing our healthiest and best-looking villagers.

I let out a small yelp of fear as I turn on my heel and start to run, gathering my dress up so I don’t trip and fall. Looking back, I see the guard I locked eyes with fighting through the crowd to get to me. Sending a quick prayer, I rush into the dark, nearby woods.

“Sir, there is a lady with red hair! Matching the description of your beloved!” I hear the man say as I run through the trees.

“Where?” The way Master Styles speaks sounded desperate and angry that the guard let me get away. His deadly, demonic tone sends shivers down my spine. By now, tears of fear are rolling down my cheeks as I feel briars and switches cutting into my legs as I run for my life.

“She ran through there!” is all I hear until an inhuman growl pierces the air and strikes terror into my heart. My breathing is harsh and scarce as my corset digs into my ribs and I feel myself becoming lightheaded.

Coming to the edge of the woods, I spot the clearing where our horses are kept. The grass is long and it was dark as it was still early in the morning and the winter clouds covered the sun. I pray the heavy odor of the horses will cover my scent as the wind blows, causing my dress to billow freely behind me.

I become so distracted by my loss of breath and the horses stampeding across the dark plain, I forget the one that is chasing me.

“Let me see your face.”

The voice that belongs to the vampire king sounds hopeless and sad, begging for me to turn and face him. I freeze for a moment, scared out of my wits before something inside of me yearns for me to turn to him.

Slowly, I turn to face him and our eyes lock. Instantly, a feeling I have never felt before takes over me and I suddenly want nothing more than to spend my life loving this man.  In a split second, his deep red eyes instantly turn emerald green as a dimpled, beautiful smile outbreaks on his face. His eyes fill with tears as he takes a step towards me, arms open to embrace me.

“My love, you don’t know how long I have waited for you.” He speaks softly and before I know it, he is within arms reach and gently taking my hand in his. He lightly gasps at the electrifying shock that goes through us and somehow his smile grows wider.

“You’re bleeding.” He states simply, making me look down to see my dress torn and my feet and my shin dripping blood from the briars. Surprisingly, I wasn’t scared as he leans down and places his face in the crook of my neck, even though I could feel his sharp fangs scraping across my vital veins. “Your blood smells so sweet, so delicious.” I tremble at his words, his tone causing tingles to run through me.

I actually wanted him to bite me.

Tiny, curious faeries emerge from the wood and their tiny bell-like rings fill my ears as a few watch us. I mentally say goodbye to them in my mind.

“What is your name, my darling?” He asks as he continues to lightly drag his teeth down my soft, vulnerable neck.

“A-Adelaide, Your Highness,” I whispered shakily, shocking myself as I turn my head to expose even more of my throat.

“Adelaide,” He purrs my name, the tingles now in my most private and secret place. I blush at my thoughts and feelings after just meeting this man, but what he does next shocks me to the core.

“You will never run from me or leave again. You’re mine now, ” He says, his voice turning dark before his sharp teeth sink into my neck and a bloodcurdling scream escapes me as he holds me still. He is ravenous and acts as if he hadn’t drank in years as I feel my body being drained dry. He slowly sinks us to the ground and I feel the soft grass against my skin as I stare up at the sky in shock, my mouth open in a silent scream as I feel myself becoming weaker and weaker. My pure white dress was now covered in my own blood as it drained out of the two puncture wounds in my neck.

Finally, he pulls away and I stare at his blood covered face as I feel my eyes failing me. Still, I did not fear him for an unknown reason. I trusted him as he whispers and lulls me to close my eyes. “Sleep, sweet Adelaide. We are going home now.”